How I Met Your Mother: Picture Perfect Newcastle City Hospital Special Burns Unit Saturday evening Beep...Beep...Beep Most of the words had gone straight over Leah's head. She had been sitting in the hospital waiting for word on Alison's condition for most of the day. Within an hour of receiving the phone call, Andrew had booked a hotel in the city cent...
((This is Chapter One of a five chapter story. Each chapter will feature some of the main, framing story of a bartender and a girl in a bar in modern times and also a full fantastical tale that one of them tells the other about one of their relatives. Both of their families are from the Appalachian Mountains of Tennessee and Kentucky, so the stories are told...
The warriors monitor the Furies on their large television screen. Greg Standish a forty year old male with a college degree spent most of his time in and out of prison for robbery to support his drug habit. He had a wife and family at home, but the weekends he spent with his friends, he met while serving time in prison. Frank Harding a thirty four year ol...
The lunch was exquisite, and his waitress even more so. 'Liz Brannigan,' her name tag read. Derek Talbot watched her through hooded eyes as he finished his steak salad. She was petite and slender, barely five feet tall, with a slim waist and narrow hips. Her figure was almost boyish, which he found quite stimulating. Her breasts were nicely sized, and roun...
Authors note: With this the final chapter in my most daring attempt at a Dark Angel story I mustered yet (I mean I wrecked my brains tying the plot together, it was really a bitch)!!! I'd like to acknowledge those who showed their support via their comments one final time. Also while I have an idea for another story, it is just that: An idea! Nothing is down...
By Howard T. Brooks and Marla Al Vutha (formerly JimsPet) (October 2007) Authors Note: The following short story is a work of fiction, and is for entertainment purposes only. All characters are over the age of eighteen. The following topic can be quite controversial. The author does not condone or endorse the Satanic religion. The author does not practic...
"No," he shouted angrily into the mouthpiece, "you'll have it Friday when I'm done," and slammed the red phone back onto its plastic cradle. He snorted contemptuously, then raised his eyes towards the insistent rapping on his office door. "Yes," he shouted. The door was opened by a young man of medium build, well dressed and distinctly scrubbed. He was twe...
Hi, this is a conversion of a story i have written in german. If you find any spelling mistakes it is because english it not my native language. Have Fun! ***** Alana moved smoothly through the great festal hall. She felt the eyes of the men on her body and smiled. She knew what effect she had on the male sex. The throne was very festively decorated, quit...
Nyasia A. Maire © 2007 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Chapter Two – Helen ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Men preach. Women share. Children create. "A Fool's Book of Wisdom" ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Upon waking for the second time in the home of Helen, Erik cautiously opened his eyes and found that his mind felt steadier and his head throbbed considerably less. He...
There is a refrain from a song that keeps playing over and over in my head. I don't even remember for sure where it came from. I think it was something from the Kingston Trio back in the mid to late Sixties although I wouldn't bet on it. It goes: "What to do with a drunken sailor, what to do with a drunken sailor, what to do with a drunken sailor early in t...